Chapter 95 The Dissociative Pit

• SERA
• Matteo's voice droned in the background like a mosquito that wouldn't shut up. His voice was an unpleasant hum in my ear, spitting out information in circles. Hideout this. Black Scorpion that. Names, streets, threats. Nothing that sounded like a solution. Nothing that told me how to fix Killian.
• Because my husband was still sitting on the edge of the bed, his shoulders hunched forward, his gaze fixed on the floor. He wasn't blinking or speaking. He wasn't even pretending to exist in the room with the rest of us.